admit that he was a bit worried about her. He’d already given her his coat again, and although the room was toasty to him, she couldn’t seem to warm up.
One more way to punish her. Let her get cold here in my world.
Yeah, it was okay to want her to suffer, but to see it happening wasn’t sitting well with him. Seemed he didn’t have the balls to see a woman suffer—even this one. He almost snorted with annoyance at himself.
“Put more wood on the fire.”
She looked over at him, and her lips had a slight blue tinge to them. “There isn’t much left, and I want it to last as long as it can.”
He shrugged. “Suit yourself.” Then, he leaned his head back against the wall as if he didn’t care.
The wind howled around the house again. The storm was getting worse. Colt knew this was going to be a bad one, and the temperature would go way below freezing before the storm blew itself out.
Yep, she’s gonna suffer
“Why don’t you light yourself on fire if you’re so cold? Wont that help?” He kept his head back and his eyes closed, but he heard her snort of disgust.
“That would take more energy than I have left. You already zapped all my reserves making me open the tear.”
“Yeah, another lie you told me.” He opened his eyes and leveled his stare on her. “You said you couldn’t open one.”
“I can’t…” At his open glare of disdain, she modified what she was saying. “I’m not supposed to be able to.”
“Explain?”
She let out a sigh. “I’m not old enough to have the full use of my abilities. Although in principle, I know how to do it, my full immortality and powers haven’t come yet, or I thought they hadn’t.”
“How old are you?” He was curious on how young did the phoenix start doing… what she had done.
Angelica looked down. “I’m twenty-three.”
He sucked in a breath. She was a child in his eyes.
“Aren’t you a bit young to be using men like that?”
That made her snap her head up. “I’m an adult.”
“Not in my book.”
“And how old must I be to be considered an adult in your book.”
There was that spirit again. He smiled.
“Oh, at least fifty.”
She made a huffing sound, and he almost laughed.
“That’s not adult, that’s antiquated.”
“What if I told you that I’m two-hundred years old?”
“I’d ask if you knew T-Rex, personally.”
Colt burst out laughing—it was such a shock that he silenced it almost immediately. “Try get some sleep, Gelibean. We have far to travel when the storm clears.”
He watched Geli gathering any piece of fabric that didn’t disintegrate in her hands and make a—what could only be called a nest on the floor as close to the fire as possible. He hid his amusement behind a blank expression as she muttered to herself while she worked. He was sure he heard the word jerk more than once.
If she thought this was a punishment, she had no idea what he had in mind where her real punishment was concerned.
When she’d made her bed, she glared at him and flopped down onto the accumulated bedding, which made her sneeze.
Colt felt a laugh escape his lips.
“You think this is funny? You drag me here to this cold hell and you think a sneeze is funny. I’m probably going to get pneumonia.”
“Don’t be a drama queen. You are an Eternal and you can’t get pneumonia.”
“I’m just saying…” she sputtered and turned her back to him, probably deciding that she didn’t want to amuse him anymore. She flopped down again and curled into a tight ball.
Colt watched her with a smile playing on his lips. She was feisty, and he found he liked that about her. He liked that she talked back to him even though she was at a distinct disadvantage in their situation. If she feared him, she didn’t show it. He dozed off with the smile still on his lips.
* * * *
Angelica couldn’t seem to wake up properly. She was so cold, and her nose filled with the smell of death. She turned her head away from
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